In a rainy and gloomy day, a loud crying sound was heard from the labour room. A little baby boy was born after turning his mother upside-down.

After nine months of concieving, Tang Wei finally bore a healthy baby boy. During those nine months, she didn't feel much. Perhaps, Han Zhi Fan was the one who bore those hardsh.i.p.s. For the first trimester, he felt nauseous. For the second trimester, he was the one who craved for spicy foods. People say that husband who suffers those hardsh.i.p.s instead of the wife is a husband who dotes on his wife very much.

There was once that Tang Wei felt sorry for him as he had to suffer the morning sickness when he still needed to take care of the company, but Han Zhi Fan replied her excitedly "It's better that I am the one who suffers."

Since Han Zhi Fan suffered the hardsh.i.p.s of morning sickness, he often worked from home for the first trimester. As for the third trimester, he was reluctant to leave Tang Wei at home. He was afraid that she would need him when he was away so he still chose to work from home and no business trip. His decision made Wen Li who acted as his secretary work like an ox until he silently prayed that Mrs Han wouldn't conceive the second child soon. For the rest employees even thought that Mr Han was the one who conceived.

The period before the baby was born, Tang Wei felt hurt a lot. At very first, she tried to bear the pain since she knew that Han Zhi Fan would over-react. However, the pain was too much different from the pain that she had suffered. She gripped Han Zhi Fan's tightly and her body was full of sweat.

The doting-wife Mr Han who looked at her painful moments also shed tears. During the labour, he went inside the room to give mental support. After the baby was born, he didn't even glance at the baby. He kissed his wife's forehead and swore that a child was enough. He didn't want her to suffer this painful event for the second time.

The doctor and nurses who were in the room were flabergasted. They had heard the rumours that Mr Han doted on his wife, but they didn't know that it was to this extend, crying and promising because of his wife felt the pain. He even didn't care his child.

They somehow awed yet sorry. They pitied the baby. The baby would suffer grievances if he dared to make his mom worry. If he wanted to live well then he needed to treat and dote on his mom excessively. Even the sky pitied him, thus the rain poured heavily.